Severe thunderstorms rolled through southern Wisconsin last night and dumped the largest hailstones I've ever seen. Unfortunately, my car was outside when the storm hit. Moving as quickly as I could, I put on my heavy-duty rain gear, ran outside, and got my car into the garage. I knew from the loud impacts the hood and roof were being dented. I got thwacked on the head a few times in the few seconds I was exposed. Storms like this cause me to ponder what happens to birds and other wildlife that can't find shelter in time, or at all. I sure hope I don't find any dead critters this morning at Pheasant Branch.
© 2011 Mike McDowell